Volume One, Chapter 69: Bo Xingzhou—Here Just for Fu Yuting?

When Gao Jun saw her, his heart trembled—he hadn’t expected the girl to have two faint dimples, making her smile seem even more pure and sweet. In fact, if it had been him, he would have found it unbelievable as well; who would come here for no reason at all, seeking trouble?

Mao Li, brimming with anger, glared at Mo Xiaosheng, roughly straightening his jacket, then bent down to pick up the button that had fallen to the ground. He bowed to Taniyama Tokiko. “Yes.” He shot Mo Xiaosheng a fierce look before leaving calmly.

Since Wang Yan had already offered appropriate terms, Chu Yang saw no point in arguing and readily agreed. Qin Wu’s rescue was somewhat unexpected for Sun Qiang, though with Yi Feng gravely injured, he felt confident he could handle the situation.

Furthermore, Tianyun Group strictly forbade any corrupt means of bribing government officials to win orders; any salesperson caught engaging in such behavior would be immediately dismissed.

The prodigies of major powers could kill across ranks, but that was only in one-on-one situations. Could they still do so in one-against-two?

Ai Su understood her meaning: others arranged matchmaking when they reached the age for marriage, but they were only in their twenties—it felt much too rushed.

“Brother Ye!” It was only then that Moon Goddess Xuan Yue reacted. She moved forward, and a web of chilling lunar energy froze the Crimson Scale Beast solid.

“Alright!” The warriors cheered, crowding around to hoist Mo Xiaosheng onto their shoulders. With their prey in tow, they returned to camp in high spirits.

The moment their lips met, tears slid down her cheeks. She held him tightly, pressing close to his warm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and heavy breathing—yes, he was truly by her side. Yet she feared that if she loosened her grip, everything before her would vanish again.

He Yi Xiang cared deeply about Guo Lin’s opinion of her; now she didn’t even know how to face him. Thankfully, she kept her eyes closed, continuing to play ostrich and deceive herself.

Guo Lin accepted it without hesitation. It seemed that Mei Ying genuinely wanted to win him over and was quite thoughtful, noticing that he hadn’t used the Holy King Shield during the First Snow battle, and deducing he didn’t own one.

After all, over fifty boys had spent two years together, still calling each other by their original names.

Meanwhile, Zhao Gan had returned to the rooftop. The lights of the banquet hall shone once more—clearly, the club’s efficiency was impressive.

“Look closely at the face that’s brought you lifelong shame. Only by killing him can you be reborn, recover your true self. Only by surpassing him in strength can you avenge your dead sister.” The cold voice burrowed into He Zuoshang’s mind, pounding fiercely at his soul.

The elder was a wrinkled, white-haired man, limping much like Old Lai. His inherently shifty appearance was accentuated by his crippled leg, fully embodying the saying: “The cripple is sly, the mute is dangerous, the hunchback harbors five poisons in his heart.”

At least, for the next year or so, he could curb those people’s actions, buying time to seek new solutions.

After the others left, Xiao Yan heaved a sigh—hiding the Roc would indeed take considerable effort.

Su Bei felt uncertain; she had thought Su Jing would just ask a few casual questions about Su Dou Dou, but the whole conversation had turned out to be about her.

That day, Li Xue’er’s words—“Don’t let those who truly care about you be hurt”—had stopped him from saying even crueler things. If not, had he poured out everything, he might have felt suicidal by now.

Though he and Li Yu were evenly matched in the initial gunfight, in close combat, Li Yu fell for his opponent’s verbal tactics, despite knowing it was a ploy.

Introduction: An ancient fragment of light, divided into seven pieces scattered across the world. It is said that when the seven fragments are gathered, one can wield power comparable to that of a god.

Shen Wan neither wanted to swallow nor spit it out; she shot him a reproachful look, but ultimately ate it.

Qin Qian walked for quite a while before angrily kicking his folding stool aside. Still unsatisfied, he kicked an empty wine bottle, then crouched down, rubbing his aching foot.

After a quick wash, Yang Zaiyi went to the courtyard, hugging and kissing Maomao and Niuniu as they played, finally content as he set out.

She was certain that whatever it was, it must be related to Li Hong. She couldn’t explain the strength of this conviction, but she simply knew.

“Life is like a mirror; smile at it and it smiles, cry and it cries. If it were you, what would you choose?” Wu Ming gazed at the drifting clouds and scenic mountains, suddenly enlightened.

Bao’er lingered indifferently in the side hall, her face still pale, occasionally coughing softly—making Chu Han, standing outside, ache with concern.

In truth, there were many unwritten rules behind the awards, such as Li Ping’an’s three nominations: the grand prize, most popular host, and the contribution award. The last was of little importance; the key lay in the grand prize and most popular host.

Especially in the fiercely competitive, intrigue-ridden Cunlü Village—it was even more so.

So, was the poison meant to inconvenience rather than kill? Yes, it really seemed intended just to make things difficult.

“How do you fight at night?” Lu Yao didn’t care about rank or status and quickly asked. He only had a vague understanding of naval warfare, urgently needing guidance from a master like Gan Ning.